empty arms



pull back

move away

no one left

all die inside

blood on the walls

an animal has come to play

death is all it know

death is what it brings

when will the beast

come play with me. 

Is it scared

of little old me?

I've seen seen this beast before

covered in it's victims blood.

Laughing and smiling as it

passes the mirror.

Ilooks at me with wild eyes

full of anger and glee

it hates itself

that you can see.

yet it still still has fun

I was once human.

now lose forever

just leaving another blood soaked tragedy

The End

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